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27121_ch00.i-iii.qxd 7/25/05 1:18 PM Page i The Christmas Angel 27121_ch00.i-iii.qxd 7/25/05 1:18 PM Page iii Christmas The Angel O A Cape Light Novel Thomas Kinkade & Katherine Spencer b BERKLEY BOOKS, NEW YORK A ParachutePress Book This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events or locales is entirely coincidental. Christmas Angel, The: A Cape Light Novele A BERKLEY Book / published by arrangement with the author All rights reserved. Copyright © 2005 by The Berkley Publishing Group. This book may not be reproduced in whole or part, by mimeograph or any other means, without permission. Making or distributing electronic copies of this book constitutes copyright infringement and could subject the infringer to criminal and civil liability. For information address: The Berkley Publishing Group, a division of Penguin Putnam Inc., 375 Hudson Street, New York, New York 10014. The Penguin Putnam Inc. World Wide Web site address is http://www.penguinputnam.com ISBN: 0-7865-6198-X A BERKLEY BOOK® BERKLEY Books first published by Berkley Publishing Group, a member of Penguin Putnam Inc., 375 Hudson Street, New York, New York 10014. BERKLEY and the "B" design are trademarks belonging to Penguin Putnam Inc. Electronic edition: December 2005 27121_ch00.iv-vi.qxd 7/25/05 1:19 PM Page v Dear Friends O W HEN I WAS A YOUNG BOY, ONE OF MY FAVORITE CHRIST- mas traditions was trimming the tree. We had many orna- ments, but the ones I liked best were those that had been handed down from generation to generation, and I hung them with great care, select- ing very special places on the tree for their display. But there was one ornament that everyone in my family agreed was the most beautiful. It was the angel ornament that topped the tree. I can still picture her. She wore a red velvet gown. Her long blond hair sparkled under a golden halo, and her gossamer wings shimmered with a silver glow. She was unquestionably our most treasured ornament, the one that made the tree complete. That Christmas ornament was my first vision of an angel, and since then, I’ve seen many like her, and I’ve met many too, but the ones I’ve actually known didn’t have golden halos and shimmering wings. An angel may be a stranger who lends a helping hand or a friend who knows when you’re in need. Or it may be someone who reminds you of your own capacity for goodness and love. v 27121_ch00.iv-vi.qxd 7/25/05 1:19 PM Page vi Dear Friends In Cape Light, as in my life, angels take many forms.Emily War- wick realizes she’s been blessed by an angel when she finds an abandoned baby in the church crèche, a baby who changes her life, challenging her to reexamine and deepen her bonds of love. Reverend Ben, struggling with self-doubt, will find angels at work in his own congregation. As you enter Cape Light, I hope you enjoy your time with the good people there and the angels they meet, and my Christmas wish for you is that God’s angels will bring the gift of hope and faith and love into your life too. —Thomas Kinkade vi 27121_ch01.qxd 7/25/05 1:21 PM Page 1 Chapter One O E MILY FOUND THE BABY PURELY BY ACCIDENT. LATER, LOOKING back, she decided it hadn’t been an accident at all. It was one of those things that was simply meant to be. She’d nearly skipped her morning run that day, and realized later that a few minutes on the clock either way would have made all the difference. She could have turned onto a different path. Or she could have been so caught up in her rambling thoughts, she would have missed that tiny flicker of movement in a place where it definitely shouldn’t have been. It was the day after Thanksgiving, an unofficial holiday with schools and many offices closed and most people sleeping off the bounty of the day before. Emily had rolled over when the alarm sounded, snuggling deep under the down quilt. But finally she forced herself to get up out of bed, pull on running clothes, and creep downstairs, shoes in hand. She sipped a quick cup of coffee and pictured her husband, Dan, still sound asleep. She sighed and double knotted her laces. Better run now than regret it later when her clothes felt too tight. She did some quick stretches, grabbed her gloves, and headed out the door. 1 27121_ch01.qxd 7/25/05 1:21 PM Page 2 Thomas Kinkade and Katherine Spencer The cold morning air was like a slap in the face. She stretched and started at a slow pace, drawing in deep breaths, exhaling frosty clouds. There had only been a dusting of snow so far, but the legendary New England winter was quickly setting in. Emerson Street was empty; the only sound was her own breath and the beat of her steps on the pavement. She pushed herself around the corner and headed down the long hill on Beacon Road to the village. She liked to run to the village green and along the harbor before looping back. As the mayor of Cape Light, she sometimes felt her early morning treks were a way of checking up on things, a quiet surveillance of her domain. It was silly to think that, she knew. You couldn’t tell much by merely glancing at the outside of houses or stores. But still she felt as if this tour kept her in touch with the beating heart of the place. She rounded the turn onto Main Street. The wide thoroughfare stood silent, the Victorian buildings and old-time storefronts like a painting on a Christmas card that captured an elegant, bygone era. The shops and restaurants were decorated for the holidays, the window dis- plays filled with gentle slopes of fake snow, sparkling stars, and gilded- winged angels. Bright pine wreaths with red bows brightened the wrought-iron lampposts. Holiday garlands swooped across the avenue, and each of the parking meters had been covered with red and white stripes, creating a row of free-parking-for-shoppers candy canes. The vil- lage maintenance crew hadn’t reached the end of the street yet, but she knew they’d complete the job today. Tonight was the annual Christmas tree lighting on the green. Everything had to be ready by then. It was hard to believe the holidays were here again. It felt as if she and Dan had held their highly original and very public New Year’s wed- ding ceremony on the green just weeks ago. Now here they were, almost a year later. The months had passed in such a happy blur, it was impos- sible to describe. It was one thing to find love when you were young: that was ex- pected. But when you’ve all but given up and it comes at you out of the clear blue, you appreciate it in a different—and deeper—way. 2 27121_ch01.qxd 7/25/05 1:21 PM Page 3 The Christmas Angel How many tree lightings had she presided over now? Into her second term as mayor, she was losing track. But she loved her job, the demands and challenges of it, too. She loved feeling she made the lives of people in this town better in some small way. That was a privilege, she knew, and a blessing. Where Main Street met the harbor, Emily turned right and ran along the far side of the green. Out at the end of the dock that ran to her left, she spotted a lone but familiar figure—a black knit cap pulled over his head, his body huddled against the cold in a thick coat, a yellow Labrador sitting patiently at his feet. Digger Hegman and Daisy were a common sight at the waterfront in the early morning. But Emily didn’t call out a greeting. She knew Digger was deep in his contemplations, appraising the harbor and even the birds for his daily forecast, or maybe lost in recollections of his own days at sea. She headed instead toward the stone facade of Bible Community Church, which faced the green. As usual, the church’s decorations this year were beautiful in their simplicity, a thick pine wreath on the wooden doors out front and a large crèche, with almost life-size figures, sheltered by tall trees. Emily ran past, giving the display a quick glance. Her thoughts raced ahead to the workday. Village Hall would be empty today; it would be a good time to catch up on the paperwork that seemed to flow up from some inexhaustible stream below her in-box. A few steps past the church doors, she slowed and looked back over her shoulder. Had she seen something moving in the crèche? Something in the cradle? It couldn’t have been the plaster figure of the infant Jesus, she rea- soned. The figure of the baby wasn’t added until Christmas Eve night. Except for some straw, the wooden cradle should have been empty. But she was almost positive she’d seen something in there. A squirrel or maybe a cat? No, whatever it was it had looked too big, even for a cat. Emily glanced back again at the display, sure now that there was something odd about it. 3 27121_ch01.qxd 7/25/05 1:21 PM Page 4 Thomas Kinkade and Katherine Spencer She turned and retraced her path, then slowed to a walk as she reached the crèche. She stood stone still, mesmerized by the sight of a tiny hand rising out of a bundle of rags and straw in the carved wooden cradle. It couldn’t be. Yet there it was again, as clear as the sun above. A tiny hand. Popping up out of a mound of cloth. Emily ran forward and pushed the corner of a tattered blanket aside. A rosy cheeked baby wearing a pink wool cap stared up at her. The baby blinked huge blue-grey eyes. Then suddenly its tiny face crumpled and it began to cry. Emily scooped up the child and the wad of blankets that cocooned it. Bits of straw clung to the precious bundle. “There, there. It’s okay. It’s all right now,” she soothed the baby. She lifted the child to her shoulder and gently patted its back. Who in the world would do such a thing? How long had the child been out here? The poor little thing must be freezing. A hundred questions raced through her head as Emily jogged to the church, the baby clutched to her chest. She yanked open one heavy door and slipped into the dark, sheltering warmth. She walked into the sanc- tuary and sat down in the last pew, resting the baby across her lap. The baby had stopped crying but still fussed in her arms. Though Emily loved children, she knew next to nothing about taking care of them, especially tiny babies. “Are you hungry? Is that it?” Emily said aloud. “I wish I had some- thing for you.” As if on cue, the baby started wailing again, louder this time, put- ting all the force of its tiny body into the effort. The cries echoed around the empty sanctuary, and Emily jumped to her feet and started pacing up and down the middle aisle. She bounced, patted, and cooed to no avail. Suddenly she noticed a pacifier hanging from a long string that was attached someplace inside the blankets. She took out her water bottle, cleaned off the pacifier, and stuck it in the baby’s mouth. 4

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The spirit of the season is spreading through the rustic seaside hamlet of Cape Light, as the residents prepare to celebrate the joy of the holidays. But town mayor Emily receives an unexpected and precious Christmas gift when she finds a baby girl tucked away in a decorative cradle set up outside t
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